NationStates Jolt Archive

The great insectoid kingdoms were at war; a terrible war; a seemingly endless war that required a gambit to win; a brutal and efficient gambit; that each would attempt at the same time, gleaning much from the psychic mutterings of the other. For years they had detected Force Sensitives; and now, they set about pressing this advantage. Primitive hiveships sallied forth; each filled with Northern or Southern creatures; the race known as the Umbrans. They saw their chance to win; to glorify and invigorate their civilisation, with the raw genetic stock of Human Jedi...And now; they drift slowly towards the Core Worlds.

Intent not upon full-scale war, but upon trapping a lone Jedi; their orders are simple. It must be taken alive; and then later, added to the biological distintictiveness of the Hive. The Northerners will strike at the greatest concentration; with numbers of their arachnid warriors; while the Southerners will strike at lone Jedi in the field; their contemplating insect Masters slowly urging the unthinking drones and their generals to hunt down and capture the Jedi.

The result may end the terrible war...Or bring another one down upon their heads. They care not. It is a risk that must be taken. A gamble that must pay off; for a war that must be one...By only one side.

Random Outer Rim planet

A young Jedi by the name of Henry Notts, freshly minted as a Knight, was sent to the Outer Rim world of Uerha to settle a domestic dispute between two near-war factions. It seemed to be nearly a success, but soon, something big was about to come along and turn success into abysimal failure. Something dangerous. Something that would test his skills to the limit and beyond. Something that would soon threaten the ranks of the Jedi Knights unless it was dealt with quickly...

The spores began to rain down upon Uerha; a dark and terrible deluge upon the world; as the inhabitants of said spores began to tear free. Insectoid warriors; their carapaces adorned in robes and metals; marked with sigils in blood; they surged forth; scythe-like limbs coated in metal and stone; to further enhance their killing edge. Bio-plasma was vomitted forth; alien entities hissed from primitive weapon-like protrusions; and the surging scout party came forth; to slauhgter indescriminantly.

They wanted the Jedi...

They could sense him; feel him; and they needed him. As they hurled themselves forth in dread combat; screeching in their alien tongue; a great shadow fell upon them. Immense, black clad; naked carapace gleaming in the sunlight; it moved amongst them and they followed; their General; their Lord. It bore down upon all before it; bellowing in alien rage; knocking it's own kin aside with wickedly curved talons...

It would have it's prize.

Death.

Horrifying death.

That's what awaited the young Jedi Knight as he awoke in a sweat. Then he looked out the window. Smoke rose out of various parts of the city he resided. Flashes of blaster fire, missiles from atmospheric craft and even a couple of fighters rained torpedoes into the insect invasion. But it was not enough.

The Jedi dressed quickly and ran out of his hotel, lightsaber and blaster at the ready, as well as the powers of the Force and the ninjutsu skills he learned as a boy. Then he prepared himself to fight his way to his ship or another one...

Death poured from the skies; it leapt the gaps between buildings; it hissed and spat as it galloped along walls and hurled itself at it's victims; only those who stood in it's way. Pods plunged from orbit and the occupants roared forth to snarl and howl as they chased the Jedi.

One roared; cut down by blaster fire; yellow blood gouting as it's legs were torn out from under it; snapping with masticating jaws as it lay, helpless; impotent in it's paralysis. Now they come onwards; like a cleansing wave of bodies and claws and fangs and snaking alien flesh....

There would be no escape; no freedom; not now....Not from the insatiable hordes of alien monstrosities.

The Jedi found himself surrounded by masses of bugs as he sliced and shot his way through. He was cornered, that he knew, and his blaster was low on power. He threw it aside, going into a high guard as the hive circled him, ready to kill...and feed. Reaching deep into the vast reservoir that is the Force, he lashed out with a bolt of deadly lightning at random bugs then slashed with powerful yet controlled strokes to defeat bug after bug after bug until they overwhelm and finish him.

Claws and venom struck out against the jedi; not to destroy him utterly, but to paralyse and bind him; to trap and ensnare him, that the hive might better understand this force; this power that animates some of the younger prey they encounter. To assimilate such power, would increase the power of the Hive; and further the ability to better consume this galaxy...